The Call ... and then a rant

I have just received The Call. When the phone rang my heart jumped into my throat, beating insanely and threatening to choke me. I could barely croak 'hello'.

Saint Anne first prepared me with the fact that 3 of the eggs weren't actually mature.
Right, I thought, down to 7.
But the good news, she said, is that 5 of those have fertilised.

Sigh.

The ratio is good - great even - a shame there weren't more of them. But 5 is 5 and I am hoping, wishing and praying for them to grow in their warm, dark dish.

Please kids, your father and I really want to meet you. We have been waiting so long for you. We love you.

I am right now also sending my uterus cosy thoughts. Make like a duvet, enrich yourself with warmth, be ready .. you know, that kind of stuff .. I feel like a bit of a dill about it at times but I can easily become a sentimental, superstitious mess right now. I think it's only temporary.

Scientist Misty will call me on Saturday with updated report. Last time, I didn't know what I was waiting for. I was kind of happily naive in my oblivion. Now, I know how much is riding on it. That some might drop off along the way. That Monday is far away in the life of a tiny embryo. That all I need is one. That what I want is 5.

Monday seems a long way to me too.


And now, for my rant. As is my privilege on a post-procedure, couch-dwelling day, I get myself a little stash of the latest trashy weeklies. I don't read them at any other time - mostly because they shit me to tears - but I bought some on Tuesday afternoon in preparation for today.

The first article in one of them is about Princess Mary (you know, Aussie girl marries Danish prince, set to become Queen, friend of AB's cousin). Anyway, the focus of this article is her apparent infertility. What the ...?!! It seems that she has been trying now for THREE WHOLE MONTHS and has not yet become pregnant.

The tragedy!

Of course, the article emphasises that she just needs to 'relax' because she is so 'stressed' (I wish I had so much stress - and a wardrobe to match). Then it will just happen (a bit like a bus, really!). She is even quoted as saying she "needs a miracle".

What she needs is a fucking reality check!!! Her child is only 9 months old and she fell pregnant first time with him. If she thinks she has reached 'crisis point' now, pity her if she actually does suffer from REAL infertility.

But with an unlimited budget and the luxury of never needing to work, I'm sure her experiences would be VERY different to any of ours if she ever had to go down that path. She has been flying to London to consult with fertility specialists because her THREE MONTHS of hope have started to fade.

Try YEARS honey, then you'll actually know what it's all about. Then you'll see that Hope packs her bags, gives you the bird and hauls her arse out of your life!!


Sorry .. my rant got a bit carried away there. I actually don't mind her usually. I think she is pretty down to earth and AB's cousin says she is a lovely person. But infertile, with a naturally conceived 9 month old?

I think not!